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Friday, August 1, 2014

Everything & More

When you are four until you are eighteen you are constantly asked: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
At 31, I suppose people think you have your shit together. As if you should have decided what to be for the rest of your life. Most people decide in high school or their first years of college what they want to do for the rest of their lives. I feel bad for those people. I have no desire to do one thing, in one attitude, for the rest of my working life. Every single aptitude test I have taken in the last 5 years has come up inconclusive. Even the acclaimed Myers-Briggs test - that men & women put on their online dating profiles: ISFJ or whatever. I was every single letter at a complete 50/50 split.

Then I took a 2-credit college course that is designed to guide you toward your career path. The course was a complete waste of time for me. I left more confused than had I not taken the class.

So I came to my own conclusion: I want to do everything!

I want to help people and rescue animals. I want to see things I have never seen before, and do something that makes my anxiety on the verge of overload. I want to be a teacher, a writer, an editor, a coach, a waitress, a secretary; an unlimited number of things- just because, well... I can. I don't understand the limitations people set for themselves. Or why they choose a career based on a paycheck rather than their own happiness.

Of course, money is the "bff" of happiness in most instances, but realistically, I don't want my 9-5 to be so miserable that I have to drink when I get home or take it out on my kids or spouse. I want to wake up each day and not only love what I do, but live for what I do. And for me, there are not boundaries to what that contains. Yes, I am in school for Journalism and Political Science, but does that mean those two aspects of my degree will define me? Absolutely not, thankyouverymuch!

Maybe all of this makes me naive. Or flippant. Or even a bit flaky, but I honestly don't know that those things concern me. If at the end of the day I can lay my head on my pillow and know that I am doing what I love, then what else is there?